Espirit........

When night cups the peaks,calms the din,
and distant, folds the shore-line in ,
then here , beneath this hallowed roof,
clean __bereft of weft and woof
of tangled threads and fraying seams,
of wakings rude and webby dreams__
here alone , with eucalypti brooding,
I drowsing drink my poisons all,
sink, and swim in a frog-spawned mire
then plaintive hear her crowning call.
Me ,a gruesome grieving ghost,
soft-croon ,anon, with eye-lids wet,
"I know, I know I died, but please ,
please do not write me off just yet...
do not.... write me off....just yet "